Snippet #949246

Icaru was back at his home soon enough. His gear was stuffed away in their hidden places throughout the small room of the apartment. He failed to find any to protect, perhaps they did not really need him around anymore. Either way the result was always the same. He would leave through the door making every single light go dim but never off. The room fell quiet, and even the wind would stop blowing through the open window.

He nodded to the man that rested in the room two doors down and to the right of his. That man was the owner of this place and it seemed like even he was short on his years left. Down the stairs, to the immediate left was always a young girl, possibly the mans granddaughter of about eighteen. She was usually on the phone with her friends, trying to disguise it as business calls. Nevertheless she was vital to keeping this place running, for the old man was getting far to weak to climb down the stairs and stay busy for hours on end.

And just like that, Icaru was back out onto the streets walking amongst the people of Oasis. In a way, he was exactly like the granddaughter, disguising himself so he could go about normal in the humans world, just like her phone calls. Though one could say that the streets were always full of chatter and loud noises. Icaru noticed every breathe, the way anyone could control air adding their own pitch to it. But sometimes, everything seemed to just fall quiet, and all he could hear was the wind blowing pas his ears.